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As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. 

These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will.

What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. 

As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself.

As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. 

Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality.

In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.

Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

Alice raised her weapon. "Graves!"

He turned, and for the first time, she saw something in his eyes, surprise.

Graves staggered, clutching his side. But he didn't fall. He pulled his own weapon, but Alice was faster. Another shot rang out.

She approached cautiously, her gun trained on him. Blood pooled beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Alice didn't answer. She watched as the life drained from his eyes.

By the time she emerged from the tunnel, the compound was secure. The hostages were safe. The battle had cost them, but they had won.

Max met her at the entrance, his expression unreadable. "Is he…"

For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight lifted from her shoulders.

Chapter 144